One In A Million

Chapter 46

25/12/2014

- Miami -

Miami, a luxurious hotel, clubbing every nights, late night parties, playing the tourists, and enjoying the sun, the beautiful sandy beaches, sun tanning, that what Marco and his pals have been enjoying since they arrived there, and that, with no limits. The expression "Party Hard" had to be used here to describe perfectly their holiday activities. From all of the activities Marco took part in, despite of the fact he was enjoying exciting fun, it looked like it wasn't never enough, as if something always had to bother Marco, or simply that he wasn't in the right mood for doing this or doing that. The boy was sweating with sadness, and they all noticed of it, even Marco himself had admitted to Marcel and Ilkay lately that he wasn't feeling good. Marco's case just looked so helpless, a real cold heart breaking case love

* * *

Everyone were entertained much with the music mixed on the digital disc deck by DJ Martin Garrix, who was the special VIP guest of the night. The private beach of the hotel had been arranged into a beach club, and it was the hell of one. After all, the Delano Hotel, another luxury hotel of Miami had the necessary capital to inject in such big events, and mostly to offer their clients the best of the service, and mostly an unforgettable Christmas party, the "Sexy Xmas Party" as it was the title given to.

Marco had tried to put his torrent of lamentation in a corner of his head, really he did try his best, at chatting with some people around him, who seemed out to be his fans, tried to enhance some interesting conversations with some pretty gorgeous girls, but every time he was on the verge of getting a serious hot on with one of the girls, he could turned down the steamy situation very suddenly just by leaving abruptly. Many of the girls had the hot for the German boy, so why not, why Marco couldn't conclude to go further?

His glass with Piña Colada at his hand, Marco made his way to the hotel beach boats marina, as this loud noisy music was giving him some headaches, and those girls ready to offer to him with so much of ease, well, that was above of enough for him, he needed to breathe,and so did his neurons. Marco took place on the wooden stairs, trying to get a quite comfortable position. Found, he gulped a sip of his icy chilled drink down his throat, a heavy breath followed. This one still got that feeling of bother on his mind. "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!" He murmured in silent, while his eyes stared at the sea horizon which was lightened up with some boats, probably some people decided to celebrate Christmas on the sea, another great idea sure. Only one thing came up to his mind, Brooke, each time he did experience the same tickle, like a strong and icy gust had hit on his face. The same feeling invaded him every time he was looking through his picture folders, intentionally wanting to stare at her, and the hundredth like of selfies they had snapped together. Every night this ritual took place, every night resulting with the tears coming out of his eyes.

Marco put down his glass next to him on the stair, and took his phone out from the pocket of his white short, immediately pressing the pictures folder icon under the name of "Brooke + Marco = ❤" on his Iphone 6 screen. While sliding the pictures on his screen, he instantly remembered of her smile, as Brooke was the kind of girl who could impress everyone with her pretty smile. On most of the pictures they had together, she always that happy smile glued at her lips. Marco kept at moving his thumb in a slide movement when this kind of funny picture shown up, the one Brooke wasn't in her best mood and had her mouth in one of those pout, the one that had always made Marco burst of laugh, but today, nothing could take his deep sadness away, nothing at all. "Why you did this to me..." he muffled with a shaking off in between his lips. Not a day has gone without Marco thinking out what happened, and what the hell made Brooke to change precipitously. Marco might had been cursing her with such of a dark rage, but deep inside of his heart, the love he had for her never gone. Starring with a fine attention at all these picture brought up many much memories, the good ones, Marco perfectly recalled of her sweet voice, but the souvenirs seemed not to be enough for him, he wanted something else, the thirst to get something back was too immense, Marco couldn't hold it anymore. "I don't care that she asked me not to contact her, fuck that." He spoke, as he opened his Instagram DM, and looked up for Brooke's username with huge determination. He felt the fire running through his fingers, it felt like some super heroes extra power he gained. "Okay let's go Reus.." That little voice in the corner of his mind told him, as he began to type the very first letters of his message "Hey Brooke, I hope you doing great, and all is good on your side. Here, well, my life is a total mess, and yeah, I'm still trying to figure out what happened to make you leave... What did I do..." Suddenly, he just stopped his fingers movements and shook his head, as if he came from an unconscious dream to the reality back, and starred at the words that appeared on the phone screen. It seemed that Marco couldn't believe what he just wrote, and finally then erased of the words. "No, I can't do that." He said, while he had a quick look at the thousands of Instagram notifs he received all day long. Marco recalled why did he had to put this Instagram thing public, a choice that he did regret.